Jeff X Jane Novels & Stories

Jane said, "How?? You have a great guy like Jeffrey and how can it be?? You guys seem like a prefect couple too." I snorted a little. Perfect??? Nowhere near the perfect couple and of course, Jane would say it is easy, she was beautiful. Her beautiful and curly orange hair was loose and free and those cute freckles dotted her nose. And she was free to love whomever she love;, she was never forced to marry someone like I had to. "What!!!???" She exclaimed, "You do look prefect with Jeffrey." I looked away. I didn't want to say anything, but I forced it out.

"Yes, I am happy. Why do you even need to ask?" She shot me a mischievous glare, igniting another round of laughter from me, and soon she joined in, their echoes blending into one harmonious melody. It was a familiar rhythm we had danced to for as long as I could remember, reminiscent of carefree teenage days. In spite of the trials that life had thrown our way, we found solace in shared laughter. "Seriously, Xielle, I missed you so damn much," Jules confessed, her voice tinged with genuine emotion, as she enveloped me in a tight embrace. "We genuinely believed you would never return."

Jones says and I chuckle humourlessly. "Like I said all of you are hypocrites. Ungrateful is what you are,especially you Jayden. Jane is a selfless woman,she always puts others first before herself. She always puts you guys first In everything. She had been with you in your lowest moment,she has always cleaned up our messes, always standing by us even when we are against her. I may not know your past problems Jayden but who was around when you were a mess at the beginning of your drug redrawing.?Jane. Mr and Mrs Jones,who was with you and fought for your relationship when you almost gave up? Jane again. She has been there for all of us but when the moment came for us to be with her,to be th

Jane's face formed into a frown as they watched how their stepfather hugged the old woman with a smile on his face. "That bitch again," Lane whispered with animosity, clicking her tongue. Jane turned around and walked toward the stairs behind them. "Where are you going?" Lane asked as she turned around to look at her twin, eyes full of wonder. Jane stopped and took a glance at her twin sister. "I don't want drama sis, so, I will go to work," she said and look at where she's going again. Lane clicked her tongue and diverted her eyes again on the window, she watched as their stepfather guided the old woman towards the coffee house, she shakes her head and flips her hair when she heard her phon

Jenna replied acting like an important person. Adam raised one of his eyebrows. "List?" he could imagine how many lists of conditions Jenna would come up with. Jenna waved her hand, "Just a little!" Adam nodded, then reached out for Jenna to shake her hand. "So we're going to sign the contract marriage. DEAL?" said Adam firmly. Jenna was silent for a moment, then shook Adam's hand confidently. "DEAL!" *****

Inside was a diamond necklace. “Xena, today is the third year since we met, and the third year I have been in love with you. We’ve known each other for a while now and share the same interests. Will you accept my feelings and be my girlfriend?” Xena smiled knowingly and was about to speak when the door to the private room suddenly opened. “No!” Julian stormed in. His eyes were full of jealousy and rage. He grabbed Xena’s wrist and asked angrily, “Xena, is it because of him that you refuse to come home?”

“Just... here with friends.” I looked into his face, searching for something—recognition, care, anything—but he wasn’t looking at me anymore. He was looking past me. And maybe it was just my imagination, but he, once again, deliberately put space between us, as if he didn’t want anyone to see us together even though we were fated mates. “Surprise!” Jenny chirped, looping her arm through mine. “My Valentine’s gift to you!” Right…I almost forgot—it was Valentine’s Day.

“Jet lag is evil.” We talk for a moment about the flight, the mansion, the room that looks like a boutique hotel suite. Then Faith’s expression shifts. “So… I saw something today.” My stomach tightens. “What?” “Jaxon,” she says, rolling her eyes. “At the coffee shop.” I swallow. “Was he alone?” “Nope.” She pops the “p.” “Some woman was practically glued to him.” A bitter taste fills my mouth. “Vivienne.” Faith snorts. “Figures. They’re both assholes. They deserve each other.”